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I felt my future today. It felt like this; me sitting on the porch swing of an 1870's Victorian house, holding hands with my love, feeling 16, swinging gently back and forth. It was a feeling of completeness; a feeling of home and it startled me. It hit me as I stepped onto the porch of the above house. I walked through the rooms and had to stop myself from crying. The beauty of the moldings, the way the stairs slanted to the right ever so slightly, the broad plank hardwood floors, and the two porch swings on the front porch surrounded by azaleas in full bloom, overwhelmed me. All that was missing was a lilac bush. The house is filled with history and the home is filled with love. I left feeling sad. But I will never forget or lose the warmth of that feeling.

Today while driving down a street Ive driven down numerous times, a street lined with strip malls, a couple gas stations and a car wash, I noticed for the first time, tucked behind the blandness of suburbia, trees were weeping purple wisteria along the banks of a little creekbreathtaking